The Battle Is Over

Uchiha Madara observed the expression of the young warrior before him.

In an instant, he knew—the boy was prepared to fight him tooth and nail.

Madara's three-tomoe Sharingan spun rapidly as he analyzed the situation.

That sword—the radiant, platinum light capable of slicing through anything.

Madara, however, remained unfazed. He had already seen through this ocular technique in his mind.

Much like Amaterasu, while undeniably lethal, it was still something that could be avoided.

No matter how fast this sword-light technique was, it ultimately had to be directed through vision.

As a ninja at the pinnacle of combat, Madara prided himself on his ability to track and evade an enemy's gaze.

All he had to do was watch for his opponent's right eye and react accordingly.

With unwavering determination, he activated his remaining right eye, eager to trace the trajectory of his adversary's final ocular technique.

To Madara, the so-called pupil power was simply a manifestation of special chakra, something his Sharingan's insight could never miss.

Moreover, since awakening the Rinnegan, his body had become infused with the "Power of All Things."

Even without activating his Mangekyō Sharingan, his visual perception and motion-tracking abilities had long surpassed those of an ordinary three-tomoe Sharingan.

Yet now, something felt off.

His eyes were wide open, yet he saw no signs of any incoming ocular power.

And that was the greatest anomaly of all.

The left eye of the boy before him was streaming with blood and tears—proof of an immense strain on his ocular power.

A sudden chill crept into Madara's heart.

"A looming crisis...?" His expression grew cold. "Let me see what's happening."

He didn't have to wait long.

Before him, Yuma's right eye flared.

A massive surge of platinum sword-light erupted, radiating with a chilling brilliance.

Under Yuma's control, the cold luminescence seamlessly merged with the weapon in Susanoo's grasp.

—Buzz!

An eerie sound resonated from the blade.

In that moment, Susanoo's weapon transformed into a red-gold divine sword!

But it didn't stop there.

Uchiha Yuma roared, "Sage Art: Wind of the Netherworld!"

Ancient runes, imbued with immense sage power, lit up across Susanoo's armor.

In an instant, the markings erupted with blinding radiance.

—Boom!

A violent blue divine wind exploded outward, wrapping around Susanoo's colossal form.

This Sage Jutsu, a fusion of Wind Release and immense pressure, was a force unlike any other.

With the red-gold divine sword in hand and the azure divine wind encircling him, Yuma turned his gaze upon Madara with sheer, unrelenting malice.

The hostility in his aura stung Madara's skin.

"Troublesome... I didn't expect his ocular technique to be this versatile." Madara's expression darkened.

For the sword-light technique to be integrated into Susanoo itself was beyond anything he had imagined.

But Madara was not one to falter.

His gaze flicked to the blood streaming down Yuma's face, then to the towering hundred-meter Susanoo.

A smirk crept onto his lips.

"After today, he will no longer be a threat. Let's see how far he can take this final swan song."

In Madara's eyes, Yuma's reckless use of power would inevitably lead to the deterioration of his vision.

Even if the boy wielded Wood Style, it mattered little.

Without access to the Gedo Statue or specially cultivated White Zetsu infused with Hashirama's cells, any ordinary Mangekyō Sharingan wielder was doomed to blindness.

—Boom!

Susanoo, brandishing the red-gold divine sword, lunged forward in an instant.

Empowered by the divine wind, the crimson giant moved with unnatural agility.

The blade swung down in a devastating arc toward the jade-green colossus before it.

Madara knew better than to meet such an attack head-on.

—Tear!

Suddenly, wings unfurled behind the cyan giant!

With a single beat, the emerald titan soared skyward, narrowly avoiding the devastating slash of the red giant.

Then, something astonishing unfolded before Madara's eyes.

—Whoosh!

A crimson giant suddenly appeared beside the jade colossus in the sky.

"What?!" Madara's expression shifted in surprise. "How did you get there so quickly?!"

Yuma remained silent, his thoughts focused solely on the battle.

With a flicker of movement, the crimson Susanoo unleashed a flurry of strikes with its red-gold divine sword.

—Slash! Slash! Slash!

Dozens of radiant slashes carved through the sky.

The next moment, the cyan giant shattered into fragments!

Like shards of broken glass, Susanoo's chakra dissipated into the air.

Madara's eyes widened in disbelief.

He had just witnessed...

Susanoo using the Flying Thunder God Technique?

How was that possible?

Deep within his body, the "Power of All Things" trembled.

—Crack!

Something within him seemed to fracture.

His gaze darted to the remnants of chakra lingering in the air.

Among them, three-tomoe rune markings surfaced.

Understanding dawned upon him in an instant.

"So that chakra mass he threw earlier was just like a Flying Thunder God Kunai?

Damn it... was I under Genjutsu this whole time?

How could I have ignored such a crucial detail?!"

Madara's expression darkened further as he contemplated whether he had been ensnared by yet another ocular technique.

Indeed, Yuma had activated his Ichimokuren technique, subtly dulling Madara's awareness of the chakra beacon he had cast earlier.

Had he applied more force, victory could have been his already.

Instead, he had chosen to weaken Madara's guard just enough to force him into using Izanagi.

And now, history repeated itself.

The runes hidden within the chakra mass held the Flying Thunder God's seal.

This was possible only due to an ability derived from Ōtsutsuki heritage—Chakra Compilation.

Through sheer ingenuity, Yuma had concealed his teleportation mark within the chakra beacon and struck from above.

With the combined might of Flying Thunder God, Susanoo, and the divine sword, the battle had reached its climax.

Yuma gazed upon Madara, who still reeled from the unexpected turn of events.

With a victorious smirk, he declared:

"Now, it's time for me to claim my triumph!"

As he spoke, the divine wind encircling Susanoo surged violently.

—Crack!

The red-gold divine sword shattered into fragments, fusing with the raging divine wind.

Natural energy stirred, and an ethereal force whispered through Yuma's soul.

Following the cryptic guidance of the heavens, he chanted:

"O Divine Storm Bringer, unleash your sovereign tempest upon my foe!"

—Buzz!

In an instant, the divine wind shifted to a dazzling mix of orange, blue, and gold.

As though possessing a will of its own, the celestial storm heeded Yuma's call.

With a single gust, Uchiha Madara was consumed, his form reduced to nothing but remnants.

Moments later, Yuma dismissed Susanoo and extended his hand, catching the scattered fragments left in the storm's wake.

A flash of radiant red light gleamed before him.

It was the symbol of his hard-earned victory.